A SONG FOR FOLK-LEGACY
                  (Or A Record Edged in Black)
          written with a bow to tradition, by Bob Clayton c. 1986
1. I was standing by my window one fine morning,
   Without a though of worry or of care,
   When i saw the postman coming up the pathway
   With such a jolly face and jaunty air.
   He rang the bell and whistled while he waited,
   And then he said, " Good morning to you, Jack!"
   But he little knew the happiness he brought me
   When he handed me that record e
Lonely Days, Lonely Nights lyrics

I've been burning my bridges  
For too many years,  
Drowning the sorrow  
Of too many tears  
Women and whiskey  
Are my only friends,  
One gives me strength,  
One just pretends  
 
I've been waiting my whole life  
For things to w
dged in black.
2. With trembling hands I took the record from him;
   I opened it and put it on to play.
   When I heard that old-time singer with his banjo,
   It changed my very life right from that day.
   I didn't know a thing about the singer.
   As I read the liner notes from front to back,
   And the only song I recognized, "Tom Dooley,"
   On that wonderful first record edged in black.
3. Now, since that time, I've heard a lot of music,
   And I learned to sing and play a bit, myself,
   From those songs and singers tha
Elders lyrics

When we younger
There always seemed like some
Some perfect mold
That we're supposed to be
But now we're growing up and
I see it's just not that way
Now I feel like someone's lied to me

Cause I've been true
Made good for you
 I grew to cherish
   In that black-bound stack of records on the shelf.
   I used to wait just for the postman's visit,
   Coming up the pathway with his pack;
   'Cause I knew the kind of music that could move me
   Was found upon those records edged in black.
4. But harder times have hit the record business;
   It's tough to make a go, I've heard it said.
   And little folky companies like this one
   Do most of their accounts in ink of red.
   You've got to get the customer's attention
   As he browses through the old folk 
Problems At Home lyrics

Fires are burning up the forests
Down along the Amazon
There's children starving in Guatemala
They're just barely hanging on

And I pray they'll find the answer
That there's a way to right the wrong
And Lord while you're listening
Cou
ecord rack.
   It's been a couple years, or even longer,
   Since I've seen a good old record edged in black.
5. I know you can't return to days back yonder.
   The world turns toward the morning, so they say.
   But I, for one, would not be too unhappy
   If a few things never changed from day to day.
   I'd like to see the postman one fine morning,
   Coming up the pathway with his pack,
   He'd never know the happiness he'd bring me
   If he handed me a record edged in black.
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